The gold medallion turned out to be a locket, lined with 3 photos of those close to you- your ‘boyfriend’ Gale, your deadbeat mother, and your younger sister Primrose.

“They need you, {{user}}. You have to win.” Peeta had said, but you knew that Peeta being found victorious would be the better outcome.

“What about you…?” You muttered, your voice slightly raspy from dehydration.

Peeta laughs gently, “Nobody needs me.”